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eliluvschan · 5 months

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New Year's Resolution?

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 928

warnings: little bit of cursing, just relationship things.

genre: fluff

a/n: happy new year everyoneeee

i opened my closet, ready for the day. i had to get my beanie from the top shelf, which is very high. i got on my toes, still no use. hey it's not my fault i'm a shorty.

then suddenly, two hands grabbed my a- little- exposed waist and lifted me up. i grabbed my purple beanie with different coloured pom poms and set me back down. he put his chin on my shoulder.

''good morning, shorty.'' he said in a sexy raspy voice. i relaxed into him. ''morning sunshine. happy birthday to mother nature.''

he chuckled really softly and by his lightly swaying figure against me, i could tell he was either half asleep, or just smiling with his eyes closed. ''mmm.'' he mumbled.

''okay, let's get ready.'' i said trying- yes trying to straighten up. ''no.'' he said and began to slowly drag me back into bed. yeah, and i'm such a goof that i let him. i'm supposed to be the more responsible one here. wow.

he softly pushed me into the beige quilt, eyes still closed and a cute smile playing on his soft pink plush lips. ''what's your new year's resolution?''

''sleep more, and spend more time with my girl.'' he said yawning and cuddling into my side. ''good night.''

''that's cute.''

he chuckled but kept his eyes closed.

''but, Chan?''

''hmm?''

''be serious please.''

''get in better shape.''

''you're in perfect shape.'' i told him, running my hands slowly over his belly.

''don't you want those hot packs of abs?'' he asked, finally opening his enchanting eyes. first one's of 2024.

''nope.'' i said, and traced my finger down to his V. he gasped at the sudden touch. ''i'm good with your sexy V-line.'' i said, smirking. ''really?'' he asked. i nodded in response.

''really?'' he asked again.

''yep, and if you really want to start working out, make sure your body doesn't turn out like Changbin. one Dorito chip is enough for the group and i kinda like your body how it is now.''

i finished the sentence and burst out in laughter as Chan also started laughing.

''yeah, one is enough.''

''okay, okay. i'll make sure my freakishly sexy V-line doesn't go anywhere.''

''good.''

''remember how i used to watch the other member's abs when i was just a fan?'' i ask him, he looks at me with wide eyes.

''you looked at their abs?'' he says sassily, holding a hand to his heart.

''duh. i mean, every Stay does it as well!'' i defend myself.

''so, what's your new year's resolution?''

''stay away from you as much as possible.''

''Jagiya!'' i squeal.

i laughed and pecked his lips. ''kidding.''

—❀—

''Channie, where are you?'' i asked, shouting around the house.

he came out of the bathroom, wearing a tank top and some shorts.

''you're coming with me.'' he said.

''why?'' i asked.

''your new year's resolution.'' he said.

''and that is?''

''kiss me every time i lift a dumbbell, and every time i do a push up.'' he said happily, smiling like a kid who got a giant box of his favourite candy for Christmas.

''don't i have better things to do?'' i asked, crossing my arms.

''is there something better than kissing me?'' he asked, his eyebrows disappearing under his bangs.

''of course! ironing your pants, walking Berry, reading, writing, sketching, messing with your sound system thingie...'' i said, counting on my fingers.

he pouted, angrily? pressed me against the wall, grabbed me and kissed me harshly. i kissed back thinking 'woah this guy can kiss!' okay, harsh but woah. he pulled away, panting, his grip on my shoulders very tight. ''Channie you aren't serious are you?'' i asked, still breathing hard.

his face cleared, and he looked down. ''sorry. got jealous.'' he murmured. i lifted his chin and kissed him one more time. ''i love you, okay? and i'll come to the gym with you.'' i smiled.

—❀—

''one!''

kiss.

''two!''

another kiss.

''three!''

and another.

''i could do this all day!''

another.

...after fifty times of lifting dumbbells, he did push-ups and made me lay underneath him. then i made him pick me up and run around. that was the best one. despite the fact that the trainers told us off- twice. but we had fun.

''baby!'' he yelled running into the house, sweaty, hot, stinking. the second day, we decided that i'll go to the gym with him once a week. he was satisfied and no more problems.

''you were right.'' he said, gulping down a bottle of water.

''i was right?''

''yes. one, i don't want to lose my 'sexy V'.'' he said emphasising with his hands. ''and two, working out alone isn't my thing.'' he said shaking his head. i laughed.

''that's where our Dorito chip comes in. you guys can workout together and stuff.''

''but he always makes me workout until the fullest. i'm convinced that man wants me dead by the end of the month.''

he smiled and hugged me. i literally pushed him off.

''get a fucking shower!'' i yelled.

''come with me.'' he smirked.

''hell no.'' i made a face.

he laughed, placed a kiss on me once, and turned towards the bathroom.

''we have a change of a new year's resolutions!!'' he yelled over his shoulder.

''happiness every year!'' i yelled back.

he laughed. ''new resolution! i love you more!''

''i think mine's changed too!''

''no!''

''yes!''

''what is it?!''

''make you take more showers!'

''what?!''

i laughed.

''kidding! love you more too!''

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines

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whalesforhands · 6 months

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for what i have overlooked

fleeting memories and unsaid words, there’s a beauty in all of them.

HBD GOJO SATORU

“So? So? Wanna spend time with your lovely teacher and tell him all about your training?” A wink that cannot be seen from under his blindfold as he throws out a peace sign, holding it up to his eyes, awaiting the replies of his precious students.

His antics are ignored.

“Panda, that punch needs some work. Loosen your fist a little next time.” She takes a bite of the ice pop, the crunch of the cold treat loud.

“Oh yeah? Inumaki said that I got a mean kick though. Should I try that next time?” The crinkling of plastic as he unwraps the ice cream sandwich, licking his lips.

“Salmon!”

Maki wipes the sweat from her brow, confident grin upon her face. “Yeah, bring it.”

Oh well. Guess he’ll just eat by himself, then. Rummaging through the remains of the plastic bag and digging around, he hums. He was sure he had bought enough— Scooping up all the remaining ice creams they had and dumping it at the counter as he took a phone call.

Oh! There it is! His hand pulls out still chilled plastic, excited grin on his face as he flips it over to inspect the flavour. Like a roulette for ice cream flavours, would he like it? Love it? Hate—

His brows furrow as he looks at the packaging, his eyes squinting at he looks at the tiny prints and lackluster colours. Man, he got one of those old timey flavours…

“And there!” A hand catches the ice cream bar midair. “Red bean flavour for the masses!”

“And my cigarettes?”

“Heh.” He runs a hand through his hair dramatically, swiping hair away from his eyes as he poses with the mentioned item. “The great Gojo Satoru never forgets!”

A plastic packaging is thrown at the girl who seamlessly catches it in one hand, lax smile on her face as she nods in thanks. “The great Gojo Satoru should remember to tie his shoelaces.”

“Wha—?!” That nasty trickster of a woman! His complaint dies on the tip of his tongue when he watches her settle down beside you on that familiar bench, the sun already beginning to set as the blue of the sky starts to fade into a colourway of pink and orange.

Was the day over already? These summer days always seemed like they were far too short.

Watching as you chomp down on the ice cream held to your lips, the cold taking over your teeth as you feel a tingle up your spine. “Mmm… Suguru, I think they changed the flavour on this one.”

“Really?” He leans towards you. “I’ll have a try then—“

“I want a biteeeeeee!~” Satoru has an arm around your shoulders as he drags you in closer towards him, “Pleaseeeeee?” Puppy dog eyes and a whimpered plead, he bought it all, so please?

This… Was meant to be a shared treat between yourself and Geto to compare the red bean ice cream brands. Though, you suppose a variance in your experiment wouldn’t hurt. A peek over at Suguru only catches him rolling his eyes with a smile. That’s a yes, then.

“I’m not quite sure if you’ll like this though, Satoru. It’s a bit different to the ones we usually eat.” You’re slightly worried as you turn to hand him the stick, only for his hand to wrap around yours and aid in personally bringing it to his mouth.

“Don’t you worry about it~” Perhaps you don’t understand yet; but he would take anything as long as it’s from you.

“One bite, Satoru.” Geto is unwittingly firm despite his lax expression, his copper-amethyst eyes watch intently as Gojo starts opening his mouth. “One.”

And one bite he did take, engulfing the entire treat in his mouth.

“Ahh, this greedy—!” Suguru’s arm flies across Shoko to grab onto the ice cream that was about to be swallowed whole, hand immediately around Satoru’s and yours, attempting to pull it away only to end up with empty wooden remains.

You’re too shocked to even react.

“And that’s why I hide my ice cream.” Shoko only nods in, her head against your shoulder as the straw of her iced tea is held in between her lips.

“That was one bite!” He’s speaking through chews as he feels the icy chill seep into his teeth, feeling Suguru smack his shoulder lightly in revenge. “Bleg— Sour!”

Maybe he’s glad that this brand has lasted the test of time, despite the unappealing flavour profile. Maybe— He’ll enjoy it this time?

Gojo Satoru’s grin doesn’t falter as he tears the plastic away with ease, blindfolded eyes staring at the cold treat only momentarily, before he takes a bite.

Oh. It’s still a little too sour for his tastes.

——

“Gojo-sensei! Ya sure you’ll be fine without an umbrella?” Yuuji waves at him from under the umbrella the first-year trio stood, calling out to him from the heavy rain. Does he not want to share with them?

“Aha, don’t worry about a thing, Itadori! Look!” His hand is held out for the three to observe, outstretched and showing off just how perfectly dry it remained despite the pouring rain. Infinity truly was quite the gift.

“Ehhhh?! Gojo-sensei, you’re amazing!”

“Don’t flatter his ego.”

“Ahhh, lucky! He doesn’t have to worry about the rain messing up his hair…”

“Heh, I’m the strongest, after all!” There’s a ringing in his chest, a thump in his heart. “See ya later!” A salute before he departs.

The crowd shifting about him, the patter of the rain against umbrellas and concrete as he walks, easily navigating through as he treks the way back to campus.

He used to love rainy days, you know?

He notices you holding a palm out, letting the rain droplets fall onto your hand as you sigh, staring up at the darkened skies.

“Well, well, well! Look what we got here!” An arm around your shoulders as you hear him laugh from behind you. “Looks like it’ll be raining for quite a bit!”

You only let out a sigh, leaning back into his arm as you pout at the dreary weather. “I didn’t think it would rain this heavily today…” You really should’ve listened when Nanami started squinting at the clear sky and reminded you to take an umbrella.

A hum from the white-haired sorcerer as mischievous blue glint from underneath black frames, the impish grin alluding to something more. “Sayyyyyy, you were only gonna go back to the dorms, right?” He’s starting to unbutton his uniform jacket.

You nod. What… Is he planning?

“Then, let’s go! Brace yourself!” You feel fabric fall softly over your head, your eyesight shrouded in darkness as you feel your hand being grabbed, larger fingers intertwining with your own as you’re dragged forward and out into the unforgiving rain.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both at the entrance of your dorm home, sweating, wet, muddy and messy from the trip. “See?” He holds a thumbs up. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

Your hand still hasn’t loosened its grip on his as you suddenly feel him shiver, a sneeze being let out. It wasn’t bad at all, but you think you’re both about to be sick. You sigh, but thumb grazing over the skin of his hand. “We’re both gonna be sick because of this, you know?” He feels extremely cold.

“And you shouldn’t have given your jacket to me, you don’t look well at all.” His white buttonup had been completely soaked through, water dripping from his head as you stare up at him, removing the wet jacket from your shoulders. A shift in your hands results in you letting go, a whine dying on his lips when he feels your dryer palms go up to his face. “Don’t do that again, okay?”

He could retort, tell you at least he made it back with you in one piece. Though, the way you look at him causes a stutter in his heart, pleading worry and concern in your eyes has him feeling… Guilty. He’s Gojo Satoru- He doesn’t get sick, nobody was ever concerned about his wellbeing till this point. Why would they? He’s one of the greatest. He didn’t have people like you or Suguru, hells, even Shoko—

Maybe he gets it. Maybe this is what the word of ‘love’ means. He should do this again sometime—

“Are you both insane?” Shoko is absolutely unimpressed as she stops in front of the both of you, towels already in hand.

Maybe he is, if he gets to evoke such reactions from you all.

He stares up at those grey skies, his palm having an itching, almost phantom warmth as he feels a subconscious twitch of his lips.

He hopes the rain stops soon.

——

“Ah- He’s waking up.” There’s a hand upon his cheek as he starts to crack open his eyes, smooth skin stroking his own and the usual weight of his sunglasses off his face.

Gentle voices, gentle touches. His nose picks up on the scent of grass, the feel of the summer breeze upon his cheeks, his head against something soft, something comforting.

“Satoru, you finally awake?” He hears a deep chuckle, a gentle voice stroking his ears, another graze of fingers upon his soft face. “You’ve been asleep for almost an hour.”

“Hrmm…” He doesn’t feel like waking up, doesn’t wanna leave this overwhelming warmth.

“Suguru, we should let him sleep a little more.” You were always the soft-hearted one. “I think he deserves it.”

Gojo Satoru thinks he’s deserving of a lot of things, such as his position upon your lap where he naps with comfort. He flips onto his side, enjoying the way you continued to stroke his head, fingers running through snow-white locks.

“Fine, just a little longer. Then it’s my turn.”

He opens his eyes to realize it was another dream. A frequent occurrence that leaves his eyes feeling dry when he lifts his blindfold up, fingers grazing across a wetness to the soft fabric.

Oh.

It hurts to breathe till the point of bruising on the days his lingering regrets stir within him, the swirling uneasiness causing him strife that he long thought he had gotten over.

It’s with those days that he thinks he’s pathetic; made to give up on things he never wanted to let go of, but with those feelings come a forgotten reminder of warmth. The blank lines that had been filled with nothing but those days.

Memories, dreams, hopes and all that was alike. He holds onto them, clawing at the remainder of their existence. A blue of youth that was unlike no other, a spring of sun-filled bloom that he wants to keep.

Because, only then will he be fine alone, wouldn’t he? It serves as a way to keep him together, keep him whole. He has to be.

He’s the strongest, after all.

Notes:

Gojo could’ve used Infinity when running through the rain with you. But you wouldn’t have been able to touch him.

He thinks he’s found a newfound taste for red bean ice cream.

#dyf au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader

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yourssinfullyquiche · 7 months

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Morning

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 SMUT SMUT SMUT— This is an NSFW drabble Hope you enjoy~

The voice he uses when he wakes me. Husky and low. Sometimes it’s due to tiredness, lack of sleep, and work. Other times—most of the time, it’s the knowledge that my body tingles with goosebumps when I hear it close to the shell of my ear.

“Morning…,” he exhales softly against my ear that it tickles. The rough layers reverberate through me, fluttering around in my lower belly. The breath I take in is quick to calm my beating heart yet it is futile when his hand languidly traces the band of my panties over my cream nightgown. The hem has ridden up to my thigh and this does not go unnoticed by officer Gavin’s keen eyes.

My voice comes out lazily. “Mmm morning.” The band stretches and smacks lightly on my hips as his fingers play with it. I bite the inside of my mouth, guide his naughty hand to my soaking pussy that awaits his fingers and the moan that escapes me is immediate when his fingers slip in and come into contact with the bud of nerves.

It’s aching when one finger slips in, followed by another. They move without hesitation, those nimble fingers. My toes curl inwards, soft moans of his name escape my lips. Then I feel it, his hardened cock grinding against me, the quivering sighs teasing my ear knowing full well how it shoots sparks straight to my core, that it only serves to make me more hot and wet.

My body’s on fire and it coils further and further into a tight knot desperately waiting for the inevitable snap that would release me into oblivion. “Almost there,” he whispers as he adds another finger. His lips rest on my temple leaving a few kisses. The couple of moans I let out are the only response he gets. His fingers are unrelenting in their mission, slamming in and out, teasing the bud of nerves—the friction as he rolls his cock to my ass makes me see stars.

“Ga-gavin...” In my fogged out brains the squelching sounds register—it’s erotic and like a moth drawn to a flame my body responds to it, making me moan louder. The way I am right now—naked, vulnerable, an incoherent mess and on the verge of falling apart, it’s only for his eyes. I aimlessly find something to grip as I near the breaking point, the bedsheet is my victim but it slips away easily. Almost instantly, Gavin’s idle hand envelopes mine, our fingers fill the spaces between.

“Thank y-ahhhh!” I grip onto his hand as I reach the blinding crest and feel my whole body tremble with overwhelming relief and satisfaction. It takes moments for my body to come down from the high, moments where I’m breathing hard, where Gavin licks his fingers clean, showers me with kisses everywhere he lays his lips on, runs his fingers through my hair with praises from his lips.

I turn to face him, meet his lips in a deep kiss. My hand travels to the obvious bulge, I don’t need to see to know what the dampness means. He shudders with a groan, eyes darting to mine and away from them in a second, hand on my hips bunching the fabric of my nightgown. And of course a red hue dusts his skin, ears in its wonted heavy colour.

“It’s your turn,” I say softly. He puts his hand over mine, shaking his head. “It’s okay. You have to get ready for work,” he pats my bottom prompting me to leave the bed. Leave him alone as he takes care of himself. Who’s he fooling?

I push his hand away, look into his whiskey eyes that are clearly dilated and hungry and decide I won’t let him deny me the bliss I feel when I satiate his needs. I grip his clothed cock a little harshly and look directly at him when he moans.

“You want me?”

He starts and swallows, blushes deeper and then nods, dark whiskey eyes never leaving mine. “Answer me,” I move to his jaw and pepper it with kisses.

“Yes,” Gavin says, his voice tight.

The kiss is hard and sloppy as my hand slips into his boxer and hold his aching cock.

“Then let me take care of you…”

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️

It's been far too long people. I've been busy with college, exams, results and the aftermath of being plunged into "the world." I just graduated and am in the midst of finding a job. It's tough and I've been adjusting to this new normal. So, I haven't had the mood to sit down and let my writing juices flow. But I'm working on something and this is part 1 of a smut series.

AND credits to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers😚 Everyone if you need dividers to pretty up your posts, please check out the blog~ The creator has some awesome dividers!

Taglist: @playheej @purple-cat-demon @rinharu-purple (if you want to join my taglist, please visit my blog and click the link available on my pinned post)

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demigod-of-the-agni · 3 months

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Peter Parker if he got bit by a radioactive sword ☢️🟢⚔️

if I had a nickel for every time I made a Spider-Man au based off a video game, I'd have three nickels, which isn't a lot but it's concerning that it's happened three times. This au is the spidey/final fantasy vii mashup, where Peter becomes the Unreliable Narrator

anyway someone pretty please write this au for me <333 I'll pay you <3333333

bg variants under the cut

the BIGGEST dilemma(s) was figuring out if I should

A) keep the eyes in my art style (no colours, just the highlight), bc ngl it makes him seem more babey (pic 1),,, or

B) add the mako-glow to the eyes so i could be lore-accurate.... also I spent a lot of time!! on colouring in those pixels!!!!! dammit!!!!!!!!! (pic 2) and

C) OF COURSE i was struggling to choose between the white and red backgrounds!!!!! evil me!!!!!!! making difficult creative decisions!!!!!!

i will,,,, try to draw the other peeps as well (mj as tifa and gwen as aerith ,,, mmm yesss esysey yes ssss) but i fear the monkey brain has already died........ i will try tho,,,,,,,,,,

#finally. i drew the little freaky white boy after.... many many months of not drawing him #do you see the little spider :) it's. it's because he's spider-man!! (it's a very ugly spider i forgive you if you can't find it)#bro looks like a kpop idol im literally screaming #dance for us baby boy. honey bee inn that shit. crank that soulja boy. break it til ya make it #listen i have to draw peter in cloud's pretty blue dress sometime otherwise i WILL explode...........#anyway be like me and refuse to draw legs !!!!!! what are lower limbs!!!!???? who cares !!!!!! just run away when confronted by femurs!!!!!#you would not believe how long i had to stare at cloud's arms in order to make sense of them. why are his triceps so fucked up #many times i had to stop myself from jumping into my laptop screen and succumb to the fiery CPU death bc MY GOD....#i am SWEATING..... EURHG #also obviously new colouring/shading thing again.... ough...... consistent art style WHEN #what the fuck do i tag this as???#peter parker #spider man fanart #spider man #ffvii #final fantasy vii #agni and his many many au's number 39874 #artoftheagni

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blueepink07 · 6 months

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I really like how Yuno and Mahiru get along despite having opposing beliefs and traits.

Yuno is a realistic person, while Mahiru is more like the "romantic type", as Yuno names it.

"Yuno: Eh? Not really. I mean, Mahiru-san, you’re really the romantic type, right? Not that I have anything against that." ~ Mahiru's birthday 22/01/17

"What is the difference between you and someone else?"

Mahiru believes in fate, finding a meaning in every single aspect of life, while for Yuno things like this are just a mere coincidence!

"Yuno: "But isn’t it a bit much to think that everything in life has a meaning? If it makes you happy to think like that then go ahead, but if it doesn’t, then isn’t that in itself meaningless?

Mahiru:…you might be right. I’ve always just lived my life like this, so I don’t really know.

Yuno: We’ve all just gone through a bunch of things in life that happened to lead us here. It’s nothing more than a coincidence. Definitely not fate or anything. Probably. Even if there isn’t a meaning, you can still be happy that it’s your birthday. That sort of thing’s all you need in life really. So happy birthday, Mahiru-san." ~Mahiru's birthday 22/01/17

Mahiru seems to believe in the existence of God (which again, is a good way to represent her strong affiliations with fate), but, in contrast, Yuno is an atheist.

"What do you think happens after people die?"

"Do you think God exists?"

Also, what they want to achieve or is the main priority in the future is really different!

Yuno wants a job the she likes and, for Mahiru, her main priority is to find love and have a family. Yuno even calls her old-fashioned for these dreams for the future!

"Do you have any dreams for the future?"

"Do you like children?"

"Yuno: …mmm, the food here is actually pretty nice. I wonder if the guard made it…Oh yeah, Mahiru-san, do you cook?

Mahiru: Hm? I do~ Cooking, washing, cleaning, I love doing all those sorts of things~ Fufufu, I passed all my self-imposed training to become the perfect wife with flying colours!

Yuno: Wow, incredible…I don’t know whether to call that old-fashioned or what…isn’t it a pain?

Mahiru: Eh~? I don’t think it’s a pain at all~It’s fun~"

And as it seems, before second trial and during this one, they currently spend time with eachother more than ever!

"Are there any fellow prisoners you are on good terms with?"

So it's natural that they will end up influencing eachother, right?

Mahiru, especially, seems to have taken a possible advice from Yuno to heart!

In the frist trial, Mahiru was waiting for Es's judgement in order to find the answer for her question if she should still be allowed to love somebody.

She is uncertain of what she should do, considering the circumstances. She knows that she can't live without love, but, at the same time, thinks that her actions are a sin and doesn't want to repeat her crime.

However, in the second VD, she states that Es's judgement doesn't hold much importance anymore. She is willing to die for love, wanting to experience it all over again. She respects Es, but stops seeking approval from them.

"Mahiru: So I don’t blame her. Because I also think that I... that my love isn’t wrong. I don't want to be shamed for my love.

Es: ...

Mahiru: No matter what you think, it won't change things for me. That's what I've decided."

Who do we know that doesn't care about Es's judgement? Yuno, of course!

"Yuno: I said so at the start, didn’t I? That punishing people outside of the law is boundless. And so I had no interest in Milgram.

Es: Yes, I remember. You said that you would pay my judgement no mind and remain as you were."

It wouldn't be a surprise if Mahiru consulted herself with Yuno! Yuno might have told her about her views of Milgram and the votes, which might have influenced Mahiru in deciding that she will die for her love, no matter if she will be guilty or not!

Yuno, despite that you don't socialize as much anymore, you still managed to make some changes...!

#milgram #thoughts #milgram theory #mahiru shiina #milgram mahiru #yuno kashiki #milgram yuno

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Christmas Cookies

This is my little drabble for @blackwings-with-angeleyes 'The dates before Christmas' Christmas event. Thank you for letting me participate cutie! I used your images to make it match with your theme. 💞

TW: GN! MC. Fluff. SFW and features soft themes like baking cookies and kissing both twins.

Hope you enjoy it 💕

"Beel, stop eating the cookies before MC can ice them!" Belphie's annoyed voice makes you turn around quickly from the bowl of frosting you are currently sampling. Your finger still coated in red coloured icing.

"Why, MC is eating the icing anyway?" Beel says, already putting another cookie in his mouth.

"I am not! I'm just checking to see if it tastes good." That comment makes Belphie roll his eyes, but he gets up from where he was lounging against the counter.

He gives you a sly smiles as he walks towards you. "Ok MC, give me a taste." He traps your small hand in his and brings it to his mouth.

The blush that blooms on your cheeks burns brighter as you feel his tongue swirl over the icing on your finger. You blink rapidly at how pretty his mouth looks when he pulls your finger out and gives the tip a soft kiss.

"Tastes good to me, should we start?" His hand is still holding yours and you have to think for a second what he's talking about. The cookies, of course.

"R-right, yeah. Cookies. Baking. Got it!" You shake your head, trying to knock the naughty thoughts from your head. His answering smug smile has you taking your hand from his. You need to put a stop to this or you'll never finish these cookie gift boxes!

You take the bowl of icing over to where Beel is still munching on cookies and put it down on the counter. "Mmm MC these are good." He turns his head in your direction, smiling sweetly, cookie crumbs covering his lips.

"Thank you Beel, here let me get those for you." You bring your hand up and brush off the crumbs, his lips are so soft against your finger tips. Before you can stop yourself you have cupped his cheek in your hand, thumb softly running over his bottom lip. You look up from his lower lip to find him staring down at you with a blush on his cheeks.

"S-sorry." You manage to stutter out, quickly pulling your hand away and turning back to the bowl of icing.

These boys will be the death of you, you're sure. So pretty and so sweet, you'd do whatever they asked. This time though, you'd asked them both on this little cookie making date. You felt so nervous, but you couldn't deny how happy and relieved you were when they both instantly said yes.

"Don't be sorry, he loved it." Belphie says with lopsided grin while taking a seat at the table. "Come sit next to me so we can finish this and then you can join me for a nap." He gestures to the seat beside him. "Beel, sit on MC's other side."

"Sure I could go for a nap." You say before adding "How can I be sure you won't eat these while I'm away?" To Beel while he's bringing the cookies over to the table.

"Oh, I'll be coming with you two. I have other snacks in the attic." He still has slightly pink cheeks when he answers you with a sheepish smile, one of his big hands comes up to scratch the back of his neck.

"I get to spend even more time with my favourite set of twins? Wow, this day just keeps getting better and better." Your words make both boys smile. Beel's is from ear to ear, his pretty violet eyes are closed while he hums his approval. Belphie's is soft, eyes shining across at you, he thinks you look so cute concentrating on the cookie you're working on.

"You can spend all your time with us if you want." Belphie's says. He leans in close to you, while tucking some of your hair behind your ear. You turn your head to face him, about to say something but before you can you feel his lips connecting with your own. He tastes like sugar and cinnamon, you want more of him but he's already breaking the kiss.

You're about to protest when you feel a big hand gently cup your jaw and pull your face in the opposite direction. Beel's lips are just as soft against your lips as they were under your fingertips.

You feel his tongue swipe against your lips asking for entrance, you answer by opening your mouth, deepening the kiss. The cookie in your hand gets dropped in favour of running your fingers through his hair and pulling him furthing into you.

Beel is in the process of manoeuvering you onto his lap, both hands on your waist, when you hear Belphie clear his throat. "Save it for our nap you two, if we don't finish these soon Lucifer will make an appearance and I'm not in the mood."

"Mmsorry Belphie." Beel says against your lips before pulling away. He brings a hand to cup your face again and leans down to kiss you on your nose. A new blush blossoms on your cheeks at his sweet gesture.

"So cute." Belphie says with a smirk when you turn back to the cookie you dropped earlier. He can see your reddish cheeks behind the curtain of hair you let fall to help cover your face from view.

"Shuddup." You mumble into your cookie, hearing them both chuckle in response.

No more distractions, you think to yourself. You dive head first into the task at hand. The twins pick up on your determined mood and focus on icing their own batch of cookies.

Within the next hour the three of you have iced all the cookies, packed them up in cute gift boxes for each brother, and finished the cleaning.

"There." You say with a smile as you put the seventh cookie box on the dining room table.

"Perfect, now let's go, I think I hear Lucifer's footsteps in the hall." Belphie takes your hand and pulls you in the opposite direction of the footsteps. You grab Beel's hand as you pass him and he intertwines his fingers with yours.

You can't think of a better way to spend your afternoon then cuddled up to Belphie's side. Your head resting on his chest while you play with his fingers. Beel is spooning you from behind, his big muscular arm wrapped around your waist.

You can't help but feel so thankful for this year in the devildom. I mean sure you might have died at one stage, well another version of you did anyway, but lying between your would be ex-murderer and the guy that tried to eat you once you can't say you would want it any other way. Maybe you're delusional, but who isn't this time of year.

Merry Christmas 💗

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Mommy!December: Day 19

Request: Voyeurism w Mommy!Hyunjin

Content Includes: Soft Dom Mommy!Hyunjin x sub!fem reader, lingerie, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, voyeurism (duh), cum play, nipple play, teasing, reader has female anatomy, reader is called ‘bunny’

Word Count: 849

‘Give a little twirl for Mommy’

Hyunjin’s eyes watched in lust at the new lingerie set he had brought you, a crimson coloured lace set complete with garter belts and crotchless panties.

You looked ravishing and a goddess in his mind.

And you in this outfit?

Oh, he had to watch.

The red stiletto heels pattered along the floorboards as you slowly gave a twirl, your back facing towards Hyunjin as you peeked over your shoulder, flashing a cheeky grin.

‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ Your eyebrow quirked up, followed by a flash of your killer smile.

Hyunjin’s mouth tilted in a smirk and his gaze caused your breath to hitch in your throat.

He was just as worthy of being looked at as you.

The simple all-black outfit with the top buttons of his shirt left undone and his long hair framing his eyes added to his sexy, dishevelled appearance.

The small chair emphasised his long frame and with his spread-eagled legs, he made you feel SMALL despite his seated position.

‘Oh bunny, you have no idea’, He leaned back in his chair, his hands placed comfortably on his thighs.

‘Take the garter belts off’ He instructed, his gaze fixed upon yours as you hitched a leg up on the bed, deliberately arching your back and jutting out your hips so Hyunjin could get a good look.

‘Be slow, I want you to take your time’

‘Yes, Mommy’ You cooed out, a small groan from Hyunjin’s direction causing heat to stir in your body more.

A slight tease and stroke to your thighs caused your body to shiver as you danced around the straps, drawing out the process as the garter belt slid off your heel, placing it on the bed.

You repeated the same process on your other leg but began by rubbing circles around your ankles and up your thighs, letting out small exhales of pleasure that would entice Hyunjin more.

If he was going to edge the foreplay out, you best believe you were going to make him work for it.

Hyunjin’s eyes scanned your body in a predatory glance, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as you stood wearing the heels, bra and panties.

‘Be a good bunny and take your bra off for Mommy, want to see those pretty tits bounce for me’

Hyunjin’s voice was dark and tight in his throat, his entire body was holding back really, the chair being the only thing holding his desire from letting loose.

You gasped out at his request before smirking as you ran your hands up your naval, tilting your head back and a whiny sigh leaving your lips as your fingers tweaked your nipples over the lace, feeling them harden under the cloth.

‘Mmm’ A noise of desire rumbled from Hyunjin’s throat, his right hand sliding up his thigh to palm himself over his pants as his face relaxed from the pleasure.

‘You’re really making this difficult for Mommy, you know that? Teasing me with how pretty you are’

You smiled coyly at him as your fingers trailed across the band of the brassiere,

‘What do you mean? I’m just following Mommy’s orders’ You teased as your fingers reached the strap behind you, slowly removing each individual hook.

At the sight of your bare tits, Hyunjin had removed his cock from his pants and began stroking the shaft slowly, his cheeks red and pupils blown out.

Your nipples hardened naturally at the thought and a hiss left your mouth at the stimulation,

‘Fuck, you’re so sexy’ you murmured randomly, not wanting to voice that opinion but you did anyway.

Hyunjin chuckled, a grunt following as his thumb circled the tip as his hair fell into his eyes.

‘Yeah I am but Mommy is only sexy for his sweet, pretty bunny’ He bit his bottom lip as he quickened the pace.

You whimpered at that remark, clenching your thighs together as you felt arousal starting to pool in your cunt, your crotchless panties would be soaked in no time.

It was too much, you needed Hyunjin inside of you now.

‘And your pretty bunny only gets wet for Mommy’ deliberate pants and groans left your mouth as you slowly traced your fingers down your naval.

‘Only you can make me feel so wet and needy’ You whined out as your fingers circled your clit over the seam of your panties, moaning at the sensitivity from how hard and throbbing it was through the lace.

The final remark tipped Hyunjin over his edge and his head kicked back as he spilt all over his hand, a carnal whine leaving his mouth as his black pants became stained with his arousal.

The room was silent except for gasps and pants, yours from the growing need and his from his released need, your fingers still rubbing circles over your panties.

Hyunjin laced his fingers through his hair with his clean hand, sweat beading around his brow and hairline.

‘Fuck, that was hotter than I expected, cum all over your panties bunny and let me watch you more’.

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Space Corp. Directive #1215225

For some ungodly reason, you fancy the second technician, but you'd be damned if you ever admitted it.

Pairing: Arnold Rimmer × (F) Reader

Warnings: Smut, baby!

Author’s Note: ohhh lads, this was just meant to be a quick thing cos i was horny but then everyone was so nice and now it’s 16 chapters and i've watched RD from start to finish lol basically, i love you all. thank you so much for reading this silly story and for taking the time to let me know you liked it. all your comments have meant the world to me and i really hope you enjoyed the story. i have other works on my other blog (spreadyovrwings) that are unrelated but still fun lol so check those out if you like. thanks again lads i love you all :’)

Chapter Sixteen: Honey Moon

“You’re sure this is right?”

“Lefty, which one of us is holding the manual, and which one of us took four goes to get her driving licence?”

Flinging out your hand, you leaned over in your seat and attempted to smack his knee, but Rimmer was in soft light mode and you ended up hitting the arm of his chair instead.

“Oh, very mature.”

“It was only three goes,” you muttered, shaking out of your smarting fingers. “And it would’ve been two but my instructor was a sexist arsehole. I just- See! There it goes again! I don’t like the sound the engine is making.”

“You just need to go up a gear.”

“Now you’re making things up.”

Rimmer laughed.

“You’re right, I am. You’re doing absolutely marvellous, darling. Don’t worry. This ship is just old and set in its ways.”

It was the first time you’d been alone together in weeks, perhaps even months. Still cooped up inside Starbug, it wasn’t often you had any time for yourselves. Even Starbug’s surprisingly roomy interior wasn’t enough to get away from Kryten’s fussing, Cat’s ribbing, and Lister’s god awful guitar.

At the first mention of a lads holiday on a tropical moon, you leapt at the idea. The boys would spend all the time they liked sunning, swimming, snoring, whatever, it didn’t matter, and you and Rimmer could take Starbug for a spin around the solar system. How this had turned into Rimmer walking you through the Starbug driving course, you had no idea, but it was just nice to spend time together.

“Are your hands at ten and two?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm, that looks more like eight and three to me.”

“My hands are fine, Arn.”

“I’ll have to deduct a point.”

Turning your head, you shot him a weary look as he scribbled down a note in his pad.

“Are you really-”

“Well, I can’t give you a pass if you haven’t earned it, Lefty.”

“Then what’s the point of sleeping with my instructor?”

At that, Rimmer’s pen slipped off the side of the page. His cheeks went a funny colour, and there, just at the corner of his mouth, you could see you’d made him smile. Rimmer had always been too soft on you, you should’ve realised sooner he was just as much a goner as you were.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” he said, shooting you a rare earnest smile, just to make sure you knew he was only teasing you. “You’re already far better than Lister.”

“Well, that’s not exactly saying much, but I’ll take it.”

You let him walk you through a few manoeuvres, skirting round moons and parking between asteroids, until finally, you’d had enough. When you asked Rimmer to finally teach you how to drive the little ship, you didn’t think he’d take it quite so seriously, and if you didn’t have much time together, you wanted to make the most of it.

“Now, that’s definitely not in the manual…” Rimmer began as you got out of the seat usually occupied by Cat and stood beside him.

“Well,” You placed a hand on the back of his chair and pushed until there was enough room for you to scoot between him and the steering console. “I can see better from here. Hard light, please.”

You never had to ask more than once, Rimmer was only too happy to feel you.

You blinked, and his red jacket shimmered away, only to be replaced by the sapphire blue you’d come to love.

Rimmer’s eyes never left your face as you settled down in his lap, your hands at ten and two on the controls, just as he’d asked.

“Mm, yes,” You shot a grin over your shoulder. “This is much better.”

Rimmer didn’t respond, his mind was elsewhere. He let out a long slow breath as his hands slipped round your thighs, his chest against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Is this okay?” you asked softly.

It was fun to play around, but if it was too much, you would move away without a second’s hesitation. But Rimmer just nodded his head slightly, then pressed his face into your shoulder with a soft groan.

You’d asked him a thousand times to describe how it felt, the difference between soft and hard light. Rimmer had patiently tried to explain but there didn’t seem enough words.

Sometimes, he said, he’d gotten so used to the numbness of soft light that to suddenly be completely and totally aware of everything was overwhelming, and to be touched was often jarring after so long without it. But then there were times when the warmth of another person, the touch of your hands, even just being able to feel your voice against his skin as you murmured sweet nothings to him, it was like waking from a long sleep, like walking through the first patch of warm sunlight after a harsh winter.

You felt him exhale, still a novel sensation, but magical. Warmth spread across your skin through your clothes, then you felt him press his lips against your right shoulder blade.

Rimmer’s hands slipped from their place on your thighs, one coming up to flatten against your stomach, the other falling, following the curve of your thigh until his long fingers had parted your legs and pressed into the soft flesh there.

“You’re distracting me…”

Any attempt at sounding authoritative or stern, even as a joke, was lost as soon as Rimmer kissed his way, open-mouthed and needy, from your shoulder, up to your neck.

“Oh, am I?”

His voice was rich and sonorous against your skin, then the hand on your thigh tightened.

With a soft sigh, you let yourself lean into him as Rimmer mouthed at your neck. Your grip on the steering console slipped as your eyes began to close, and suddenly, you couldn’t remember for the life of you what you’d been doing before he started touching you.

You half turned in your seat, one hand leaving the console to rest on his broad shoulder.

“Eyes on the road,” Rimmer said weakly.

You hummed, pretending to consider it.

“I’d rather look at you.”

Rimmer’s eyes were dark as you turned around in his lap. Readjusting your position was difficult with so little room to manoeuvre, and every “accidental” rock of your hips against his made Rimmer’s jaw go slack.

“I’ll have to fail you for this, you know,” he said, but even as the words left his mouth, his hands found your hips, pulling you into him.

“Oh no,” You pouted. “Guess I’ll have to take the test again…”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his neck, right over where his pulse should’ve been.

“And again…”

You kissed the scar on his jaw, flicking your tongue across it. It made Rimmer fidget beneath you, his fingers tightening on your hips.

“And again…”

Holding his jaw between your fingers, you tilted his chin up and kissed him deeply until you felt Rimmer melt beneath you. He groaned softly as your lips moved with painstaking slowness against his, taking your time, making sure he felt every ounce of your love.

Distracted, he didn’t notice your other hand move down his chest until you’d undone his jacket and slipped your hand inside his shirt, dragging your fingertips across his belly.

Rimmer’s breath caught, his eyes bright.

“Maybe I can make an exception,” he murmured, arching his back up to kiss you again.

You let him, smiling when you felt his hands part ways again, one slipping up your back, the other curving round to squeeze your arse.

He was still getting used to being touched, but he didn’t seem to have a problem when it came to returning the favour. With a methodical approach that warmed your chest, Rimmer had taken painstaking measures to learn every inch of you, until there wasn’t a part of you he hadn’t felt, kissed, or seen. You had a feeling he’d been making notes in his stupid pad, little paragraphs on what you liked, what made you moan softly into his mouth, what made your body react to his.

“Perhaps…”

“Mm?”

You quirked an eyebrow as you found your way back to his neck, finding that spot he seemed to love so much.

Rimmer tilted his chin back, his eyes sliding closed, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling as you turned his chin away, giving yourself more room.

You loved when he was like this, completely malleable in your hands, happy to let you shape him in any way you liked. You thought it might take a while for Rimmer to relax in that way, to trust you and let you have control, but he was all too happy to let you have your way with him.

“If you can show me where the autopilot is,” Rimmer managed to get out, his voice hoarse and low. “I’ll see to it that you pass with flying colours.”

You smiled against his neck. Straightening up, you let go of his jaw and reached back, hitting the right button without even having to look away.

“Autopilot engaged.”

Rimmer laughed, excited and oddly proud.

“Congratulat-”

You cut him off with a hard kiss, tired of talking. Time was all you had aboard Starbug, but very little of it was private. You had to make the most of it when the moment fell into your lap.

Patting along the side of the chair, your hand fell upon the lever that adjusted the seat. You yanked it towards you. Rimmer yelped as he fell back but you quickly kissed him again, reassuring him in no uncertain terms that things would be much more exciting with him horizontal.

“Arms up.”

“W-What?”

“Hands up by your head, Arn.”

When he still didn’t move, you wrapped your hands around his wrists, then lifted them to rest above his head.

“D’you think you can be good and keep them there for me?”

As expected, Rimmer frowned and immediately tried to wrap his hands back around your waist.

“Now, I don’t think-”

You sighed.

Rimmer’s eyes flew wide as you pinned his wrists above his head again, your fingernails digging into his skin.

“I don’t care what you think, Arn. Be a good boy for me and keep your hands up.”

His mouth hanging open, Rimmer looked a picture, but surprisingly, he did as he was told.

Your hand slipped back inside his shirt, smoothing up his stomach until you reached his chest. You thumbed at his nipple, and grinned against his mouth when you felt Rimmer’s jaw clench.

“Oh, you love that, don’t you.”

Pink-cheeked, Rimmer looked like he wanted to argue, so you did it again, rolling his nipple between your fingers until he couldn’t help the soft little gasps that fell from his lips. His hips twitched beneath yours, circling and rocking, his tiny, meek ‘ah ah ah’s making your head spin.

“Oh, dear…” You stopped, looking down at him with feigned disapproval. “Did I say you could move?”

Rimmer, so flustered he looked like he might fall right out of his chair, scoffed and spluttered until he was red in the face.

“You started this and now you’re telling me-”

He broke off with a frustrated groan. Your weight in his lap was all he could think about, his body ached to move against yours. Above his head, Rimmer’s long fingers balled into fists, twisting and shaking, as if it took all his strength to keep them there.

Humming to yourself, you dragged your fingers down his chest to the buckle of his belt. You toyed with it, tugging and pulling but never moving to undo it, and all the while, Rimmer watched you with dark eyes.

“If you move again, I’ll stop. Alright, Arn? Do you understand?”

“But I-“

You let go of his belt. Now the only contact between you was incidental.

“Do you understand, Arnold?”

Begrudgingly, Rimmer nodded.

“Oh, c’mon now, dear,” you leaned over him, speaking so close to his mouth that your lips were a breath from grazing his. “Use your words, I know you can.”

Slowly, Rimmer forced his shoulders to relax. Above his head, his fingers arched and stretched, before curling back into fists.

“I understand,” he said softly, then, hoping to protest how long you were taking without making you stop again, “Just please… Please do something.”

You should’ve told him off for being mouthy, but you had to agree, this was taking far too long. Almost without meaning to, you’d started to roll your hips into his, grinding down against the hard outline of him through his trousers.

“C’mon then, you,” you laughed, unable to help yourself. “Let’s get this off you.”

You tugged at his shirt, practically dragging it over his head. You giggled together when his arms got all stuck and tangled. Not wanting to waste a second, you bent your head and kissed down his chest, dragging your tongue across his stomach with a low moan.

“Bloody h…” Rimmer threw his shirt off frantically, his face flushed, his mouth hanging open. “You want to do this here?”

“Problem? I thought you’d quite like fucking me in Lister’s chair.”

“Well, I would’ve disinfected it first if I’d known.”

“Do you want to…”

“Io, no. Just- I can’t think when you’re…”

You hummed against his chest, your hands kneading his waist, your thighs tense on either side of his.

“Don’t think.” You rolled your hips again, slowly, watching with delight as his eyes rolled back into his head. “Just let me make you feel good, Arn.”

Half delirious, Rimmer nodded and raised his chin, begging for a kiss. You happily obliged.

You’d just gotten your hand down between your bodies, fumbling awkwardly for his zip, when the intercom buzzed.

You sat up, accidentally knocking the seat mechanism with your knee.

Rimmer yelped again as the chair shot back into its default position, forcing him to collide with you.

Winded, you almost fell to the floor. Thankfully, you just about managed to cling onto him, and all the while, the intercom demanded attention.

Muttering and fussing, Rimmer reached over you and jabbed his index finger against the receiver.

“What do you want?”

“Mr. Rimmer?”

“Yes, you- What do you want, Kryten?”

“We’ve finished exploring, sir. Mr. Lister and Mr. Cat are ready to go home. You can come pick us up now.”

Rimmer’s teeth were gritted so firmly, it was a wonder he managed to get the words out.

“I’ll decide when we come pick you up, you cretinous-”

“We’ll be there soon, Krytes,” you gently interrupted, placing your hand over Rimmer’s on the intercom.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Either the boys had filled Kryten in on why you and Rimmer might have been so eager to have the ship to yourselves, or Lister had been standing by when he called up Starbug, because Kryten disappeared fairly quickly after that. If you were and Rimmer were in the same space, close enough to share one mic, figuring out what you were up to wouldn’t take a colossal leap.

The boys found out about you and Rimmer much faster than you anticipated. Embarrassingly, you didn’t even make it a whole day.

You weren’t sure what it was that first clued them in, maybe all the noise you made that night on Legion’s ship, or the dark marks Rimmer had left up and down your neck. Either way, you crumbled pretty quickly. Lister had asked how you liked your room, and after some pretty basic quizzing, it became all too clear that you hadn’t spent the night there.

All that mattered was, they were happy for you.

You took Rimmer’s hand off the intercom and turned it over until you could press a soft kiss to the centre of his palm.

“You need to lighten up.”

Rimmer looked like he was going to argue, and as much as you loved going toe-to-toe with him, you’d much rather make him moan instead.

You pressed your hand over his mouth, tight enough so that he couldn’t get a word out, and slipped your other hand inside his ridiculous velvet trousers.

Rimmer’s voice vibrated, clammy and hot, against the skin of your palm. Then his eyebrows shot up, his eyes wide as you took him in your hand.

Smiling to yourself, you twisted your wrist, finding a comfortable position with enough room to move, and squeezed with just enough force to make Rimmer’s hips jerk, thrusting into your hand.

You moved slowly at first, agonisingly so, running your closed fist up and down his hard cock, just enough friction to make him weak but not enough to get him anywhere.

You felt Rimmer groan against your palm but he made no move to pull your hand away. His big hands hung off your waist, clinging on like it was all he had left. He was completely at your mercy. Well, if he insisted.

“Does that feel good, love?”

You practically purred the words by his ear, picking up speed and giving your wrist a firm twist, making Rimmer whine against your hand.

Your skin was beginning to grow moist from his hot, desperate breaths but you refused to move your hand away, not when Rimmer was looking at you like that, like he was trying to tell you that he was yours and would do anything you asked, like he was giving himself to you completely.

“You’ve been so patient, hm? Waited all day for this?”

You gently bit his earlobe, dragging your teeth over his skin, then bent your head and mouthed at his neck, wet and hot and desperate.

“You gonna cum like this, handsome? In my hand without even taking your trousers off?” You huffed by his ear. “I’ve barely touched you, love, it’s almost too easy. You’re such a needy fucking thing.”

Rimmer’s eyes rolled back, then screwed shut, his moans keening and arching until even your hand clamped over his mouth couldn’t quiet him.

He bucked into your hand, chasing the feeling stretching across his lower belly, huffing and spluttering and shaking as he fucked into your hand, your warning not to move completely forgotten.

You'd forgotten all about it too, you couldn’t care less now. Watching Rimmer come undone underneath you, his nose wrinkled, his brow beaded with sweat, it was everything, it surpassed all else.

You were more than ready to finish him off right there and then, where he’d make a mess of himself and you, but then Rimmer tapped the back of your hand covering his mouth.

Immediately, you removed it, and Rimmer gasped for breath, his chest heaving, his pretty curls falling across his forehead.

“Sorry, you’re so- Wanna be inside you. Can I c- Please.”

“You think you deserve it?”

You bit your lip, embarrassed by your own confidence, astounded at how in control you sounded and how self-assured you felt despite the need welling in the pit of your belly.

It wasn��t the first time you’d taken the lead, it wouldn’t be the last, but the look Rimmer gave you whenever you spoke to him like that, it made your breath catch. It seemed to drive home that he was lucky to even be able to touch you, and you liked reminding him of that.

“No,” He shook his head, smiling. “But I’d like to earn it.”

You grinned, shattering the power dynamic between you.

Rimmer’s eyes never left yours as you sat up and yanked off your trousers. He barely moved until you sank down onto him. You moaned together, half in relief, half in ecstasy.

With time nagging at the back of your mind, you rocked your hips, easing down until he was completely inside you.

Groaning softly, Rimmer’s eyes slid closed.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he whispered, echoing Kryten.

It shouldn't have, but it made you clench around him, your brow scrunching as you forced back a moan. You cut off Rimmer’s soft gasp with a searing kiss, your hands at the back of his head, as his fell to your hips, lifting you up and pulling you back down again, over and over, helping you move, guiding you until you were so breathless, you couldn’t even focus enough to kiss him properly.

You tugged off your shirt, chucking it somewhere over his shoulder. You almost laughed at the excited glint in Rimmer’s eyes.

If he could bleed, you swore he would’ve drawn blood with how hard he was biting down on his lip, trying to keep his head, working hard to keep quiet, but it was no use. He whimpered and sobbed, clutching at your hips and digging his fingertips in, his mouth now hanging open, panting and desperate as you set a harsh pace.

“God, darling, you’re…” Rimmer’s head fell back against his shoulders for a second, his eyes squeezing shut. “You’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

You realised you were beaming, laughing softly at the sweet compliment, offset by the way he moaned your name immediately after.

You kissed his cheek, his neck, moaning against his skin. He felt so good, you could hardly think. All you could do was grip Rimmer’s broad shoulders tight and hang on for dear life.

“That’s it, love. That’s it- Fuck, Arn, just like that.”

He let out another long, gorgeous, open-mouthed moan, cursing under his breath as he gripped you tight. You picked up the pace again, your brow creased in concentration.

He knew you so well now, knew just how to move with you, where to touch, how to kiss you so that it made you dizzy with desire. There was a lot to say about Rimmer, good and bad, but when he wanted to be good at something, he didn’t give in easily.

Soon enough, your movements grew sloppy and desperate as you both drew closer, groaning into each other’s mouth as you chased your highs.

Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open in pure pleasure as you felt that familiar tension in your abdomen, like a rubber band about to snap.

“Darling, I’m- I…”

“I know, love, I know,” You swore under your breath, your movements losing rhythm. “Me too, me too. I’m so close, Arn, you feel so fucking good. C’mon, handsome, c’mon, c’mon…”

His hands clenched at your hips, squeezing you tight. He seemed to forget his new strength. You didn’t blame him, you were having trouble remembering your own name. Still, it made you suck in a sharp breath. Rimmer noticed immediately, and pressed a soft kiss to your sternum, an apology.

Despite the intense pleasure, you couldn’t help smiling. He was so sweet, when he wanted to be. Then with one more perfectly angled thrust, Rimmer hit that perfect spot inside you. You gripped him tighter.

Rimmer tensed.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna-”

He choked on the word as he felt you tighten around him.

“Cum for me, Arn. That’s it, honey, that’s it. Cum inside me, love, please-”

With a sharp gasp, you felt warmth bloom inside you and your body jolted, moaning wordlessly as Rimmer followed close behind. You collapsed against each other, exhausted and sweaty, but laughing softly.

As you waited for the stars in your vision to clear, you wrapped your arms around Rimmer and pressed your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in, listening to the shaky in and out of his simulated breaths.

“Missed this,” You heard him murmur, close enough to your ear to make you shiver.

Groaning softly, you pulled away to meet his gaze.

“It’s only been a week.”

“Believe me,” Rimmer’s voice was low and faraway, like he barely had the energy to think, let alone speak. “After my rotten lot in life, once you get something this good, a week can feel like a decade.”

“You’re being dramatic, honey.”

Rimmer groaned, proving you right. He rested his forehead against your chest, breathing in deeply. You could feel his eyelashes brushing your skin. Legion was a psychopath and a lunatic, but you had to thank him. He’d given you a wonderful gift.

“We just never get any time to ourselves,” Rimmer murmured. “I can’t help wishing we were home, or at least back on Red Dwarf. Then we could have our own space, our own lives…”

“For now, I’m just happy to have you, and the boys, and to be alive and healthy. We’ll find something, someday, Arn.”

“A promised land?”

”Something like that. Yeah.”

Slipping your fingers into his soft hair, you grazed your nails across his scalp, massaging him gently, until you felt all his muscles relax again. Rimmer melted into you, and all thoughts of lifting off of him faded away. It was wonderful to be so close, to stay connected, to feel Rimmer all around you, inside you, his lips on your skin, your name in his mouth.

“If we were back on Io,” he said, after a moment or two had passed. “I could find us a house. With a big garden and lots of space.”

It sent a spark through your chest, the thought of a future with Arnold. You loved him, he loved you, in any other setting, you supposed you would make plans like that, a home, a garden, holidays and birthdays and family get-togethers. It was enough to know he’d been daydreaming about it all. A life with you. He wanted you forever.

It was almost too much to think about, so you hid your emotion behind a wry smile pressed to his temple.

“You could have a little room for all your toy soldiers.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Rimmer raised his head at last, smiling gently. “I just want to give you a good life.”

Humming softly, you played with his curls, twisting them around your fingers again and again and again.

“Just keep kissing me, that’s all I need for now. Maybe when we get Red Dwarf back, you and me could move to a different part of the ship. We could have a little section that’s just ours.”

“Or we could abandon that lot and have Starbug all to ourselves.”

“Hmm, tempting.”

There was a look in Rimmer’s eyes that told you he was only joking, but would absolutely be up for it if you were. Sorry to disappoint him but not that sorry, you kissed him sweetly, then called out to the ship’s computer.

“Holly, plot a course for that moon, please. And then close your eyes, you won’t wanna watch what happens next.”

“Why?” Holly’s voice rang out through the ship. “What’s going to happen next?”

You looked down at Rimmer. He looked equally confused, but when you reached back and undid your bra, his expression quickly softened.

Slowly, carefully, you raised yourself up, as Rimmer hissed by your ear, his fingers squeezing your hips, then you found the chair lever again. You wrapped your fingers around it and pulled, tipping Rimmer onto his back again.

“Arnold and I are going to play chess. Aren’t we, dear?”

Arnie grinned up at you, happy for the first time since his death, to be alive.

The End.

Master List

#red dwarf #arnold rimmer #chris barrie #my post #arnold rimmer imagine #arnold rimmer reader #arnold rimmer smut #arnold rimmer x reader #arnold rimmer x you #arnold rimmer you

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shallahi-and-snowflake · 6 months

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Hello! Sorry about the roughness of my blog, I mostly just used this one for lurking before I ever thought to get in on anything.

I’m Shallahi Ksheh Bah-Teft, I’m… around… Nanish-er, that’s 20 years old, I think? (Years, months, days, and hours are different where I’m from.) (UPDATE: it’s closer to 22.) I’m human (mostly), Thaylen/Alethi, but I have longer eyebrows than most half-Thayleni. (I’m a Luxray Hybrid now, as of 2-29-24.) Yes, long eyebrows is a weird thing here. I tend to wear them over my ears, if that’s a good image to use as a metric.)

(Update: Apparently I’m Luxray-kin? I just figured it out, so…)

I’m from Kharbranth, also known as the City of Bells. I’m a Knight Radiant (something like a “Chosen” for a smaller, less powerful being. I’m of the Sixth Order, a Lightweaver of the Fourth Ideal as of 1-23-24), a Worldhopper (a “Faller” with more agency in where they go, basically), a collector of stories and knowledge and a lover of food and adventure!

I am a member of Bridge Four and an Incursionist.

I thought I was 6-foot-something, but I’m closer to 6-and-a-third of this world’s feet in height.

I use she/it/fae, and by your standards of gender, I would be transfeminine. (I transitioned by accidentally taking in an entire lamp’s worth of Stormlight, so no need to worry about HRT access, thank goodness. It’s such a shame that others can’t just breathe in magic and—poof! Be properly aligned to their Spiritual aspect.)

I may say words that don’t make sense to you, or don’t fit in the context you’d use them in, that’s just a consequence of the mixing of my own vocabulary and knowledge that I took with me here, me learning new words and assuming their meaning, and the Connection tricks I use to help learn new languages.

I said I was a Worldhopper earlier; don’t worry, while yes I might steal away to Scadarial or elsewhere for a bit, I’m making this world with weak storms, static grass, and colourful fluffy creatures my home. Like Shinovar but with more colour and less ksenophobia!

Now for you, Snowflake!

Mmmmm…

Ah! I am called “Snowflake” or “Snowy,” (She/Her) and I am a Patternspren or Crypticspren. A spren is… mmmm… a small fragment of a God. Not your gods, mind you. I am bonded to Shallahi, who you have already heard from. This world is strange to us. There is no Shadesmar, no Cognitive Realm that we could find. This means that I am just a Pattern on a dress or other form of clothing. I am dictating my words to Shallahi. Mmm… unfeminine.

(SH: Don’t listen to that stupid old book, it’s full of lies.)

I like lies. You know this.

SH: Then why let those lies dictate your life?)

Mmm… I am called Snowflake because that is how my Pattern looks. This is everything I can think to say.

I sign asks as ❄️.

I have a ton of siblings from Bridge Four, and also Oppy @freeroaming-curiosity is my sister!

Malkah (@faller-of-kharbranth) who just Fell here recently, is also my sister now!

Mrrrp!! I’m Shallahi Ksheh! I use she/her!!!

I’m Ishev—fourteen—Rosharan years old, and a Shinx hybrid! I’m… an alternate version of the Shallahi y’all know! Basically, I’m her kid sister!! I wanna be a Trainer!!!

I sign my asks as -Shallahi The Shinx Kit ^•w•*^

SALUTATIONS. I AM HER MAJESTY THE DUSK QUEEN LUNALA, THE PSEUDO-PATRON OF SHALLAHI.

My name, should you need it, is Nyx, and I use she/he/it/moon pronouns.

Should I send any asks, I shall sign them with -Her Majesty, the Queen of Dusk, Lunala.

Rose @hisuianhellion is MY GIRLFRIEND AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH!

I have 12 kids:

• Sword @sword-of-injustice, who talks like this. (Your pronouns.)

• Crystal @crystalclearribbons, who doesn’t live with me. (She/Her)

• Vivillon @shinx-oh, who also doesn’t live with me. (She/her)

• Fox (Eevee), who lives with Vivillon. (He/him)

• Illanero @zoruascanbetrainerstoo, who is the Champion of Hoenn, Kanto, and Kalos!! (All, but mostly xe/xem)

Xe usually travels with Cresselia/Zrosenza @moondreamscape. (she/it/dream)

• Svirak-Daughter-None, a Squawkabilly (She/Her).

• [Zeradin, a Zebstrika] (They/He).

• <Zan, a Dwebble> (He/Him).

• {Vinette, a Joltik.} (She/It).

• Palana, a Natu (She/Him)

• Navari, Eevee/Axehound hybrid, egg obtained from Quasar ( @rogue-nebula) (She/her? Hatched. Unknown.)

Here’s my Trainer Card:

Annoyingly, there are very few darker-skinned Trainers with blue eyes in the options. Nessa(?) here is the closest I could find.

I have a Venipede friend named Kjrni!!!

Pelliper Mail is ON!

Same with Musharna Mail!

Don’t be afraid to ask me stuff, serious or silly!

In fact, don’t be afraid to be goofy with your asks.

Magic Anons are ON, but FILTERED!

Current Arc: Arc Shash (on hold sort-of), Purrsona.

Previous Arcs: Purifying Waters Arc, Time Heist Event, Rotomblr in Wonderland, Lightweaver Luxray, Robot Rescue, Mini-Arc: Curse Of Angy Teen, Muse Mixup Madness (Get PMD’d (Luxrayposting)), Mini Arc: Pokesona Time!, Muse Mixup Madness (Shashariposting) Mini Arc: More Cat.

//No proshippers, no TERFs, no NSFW stuff. I don’t really want drama, I just want to have fun. Oh, yeah, also, POTENTIAL COSMERE SPOILERS!

//Sentient Pokémon are A-OK to interact, if previous reblogs haven’t made it clear.

//Self Insert Fallers and Branded are also clear to interact.

#Shallahiposting #svirak squawks #Zeradin Reports #Zan speaks #Snowyposting #Vinette!#Palana pops in #Oppy!!#Rose! <3 #Gtet!#Crys-kit!#Viv-kit!#Kitty (Viv-kit!)#Fox-kit!#Illanero!#Maddie! ^^#dusk queen lunala #Navari!!#Malkah!

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mrspark7777777 · 8 months

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Hi hi!

I'm gonna tell you what I find out about the video and why I think it's 99% fake.

• The seource: weibo, people saying is a chinese couple. Streets says that from that acc comes even few taennie photos that were false (not gurumi's photos) soo all this is sus. No to be trusted.

• I did a thing that people maybe think it's too much, but I went and watch Jk home lives and even his apartement tour (it's all pubblic on yt :)) if you are really really curious you should check windows. It's difficult to explain but I'll try : weibo: at least 3/4 sliding windows. Tour: 1 rectangular window that do not slide and one, more little, that can slide. If u look for those things you can see that are not the same. Also really important: between kitchen and living room there is a part of wall that isn't present in weibo videos. It'll be possible to see but there are a lot of windows and no wall.

• the angle : if u watch the real tour house ( jk is at first level with a "garden/first floor terrace") he has a huge ass wall for protection from the street - the angle for filming inside his house it should be different, nearly impossible to see the wall inside his house.

> for me those things are enough, like, where it goes the wall ?? mmm ???

> I didn't find anything for the couch and the dog, the only logical thing is that they are just like jungkook's for a really stupid coincidence. The couch can have a similar colour through a filter? Idk.

I don't know if you want to answer or not, I just hope you will look for those things. You can also use them for a post if you find them true (i gurantee I'm not saying bullshit) I will sign with 👻

Anon my friends and i looked into this and came to the same conclusions u did. But I am now officially shutting down this topic. Its exhausting and tiring and I dont understand why Jikookers care.

Jikook are a couple, have always been a couple. Will always be a couple. All this noise is just that... noise.

#ask mrs park #jikook is real

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celestialholz · 1 year

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Welcome to Art (7).

Thank you for meeting me here today, friends, for our special extra credit class, 'The Art of Gay Lore'! Now, if you'll all follow me to the art room...

Now, Professor Hassel may or may not know we're here, so everyone keep this on the down-low k? It's a weekend, we'll be fine... everyone participating today will be wired some totally legitimate LP in thanks, which... well, maybe don't mention that to Professor Hassel either? He does work for the League after all...

Anyway, I'm Professor Mini Holz, and today's special class is on the topic of the classroom itself! Now, would anyone like to hazard a guess as to why this classroom is particularly important on our journey into deeper homosexual lore?

A) Art is especially gay in Paldea

B) There's some interesting shit going on here

C) Everything Hassel does and is connects to his own homosexual love story and general softness

Correct, random guy at the back there! That's right folks, there's no true answer, because the answer is yes. (Though you can have extra extra credit for C, you've clearly read my metas.)

Now, let's start over on the left, shall we? Your eyeballs are mine, caught in my meta web...

We start with several colour charts, which is fairly standard for an art room.

What's fun here is that this is the RGB colour wheel, which is not used really in art theory, but more to determine how colour is viewed in digital mediums. If you mix blue and yellow paint, you get green, not cyan. Likewise, the triple diagram beside it is for printing colours - cyan, magenta, and yellow. It's also the exact colour scheme of one of The Harvests in Artazon.

... Now, imagine a world where colour is used on a digital platform to create alternate meanings to those in standard colour theory, such as, oh I don't know, POKEMON TYPES. And then, imagine a scenario where a local and well-known artist does exactly that in his sculptures. What a wild world that would be, right? Insane...

Also, these are rainbow colours. Professor Hassel has two rainbow posters in his classroom. Let's carry on, it's too early in the class to lose my mind...

And as we move to the centre of our classroom, I need you to all just stand back for a second. That's right, against that wall over there...

The seats, guys. Those seats we sit on for every class are Grass, Dragon and Electric-coloured, much like that one Harvest that symbolises the unity between Professor Hassel, gym leader Brassius, and an Arboliva.

If you look closely and count, friends, you'll see that there's also six of each of them if we count the two Electric ones off to the left, which is how many olives orbit The Harvest. Fascinating isn't it, that there's such a clear reference to the harmony of Professor Hassel and his husband in the middle of our classroom, specifically where we're meant to relax? Almost as though he finds deep comfort in his marriage...

It's not the only thing evocative of those types in this room, though. If you turn to your right for me, and check out that curious little piece in the corner...

Mmm. A very familiar colour palette, I think we can all agree. Thank you to my colleague @spiritofstars for showing me this - she's already taken extra credit. This appears to be a kabocha, a certain type of squash, which a little research explains nicely:

... Well. Now, who could we possibly know who has been 'deathly ill', and who Professor Hassel might wish to see safely through the winter? Ah yes, that's right - Brassius, that same one who told us that very thing in Art (4). This is reinforced by the presence of blue cineraria flowers beneath the painting, which as my other colleague @someguynamededdie pointed out in its recent flower meta, mean something super cute:

You see how the Dragon blue is the background colour, the 'protector' of the kabocha? We live in a society, and that society is so gay dear Arceus. My dear little bro also notes that orange poppies, the flowers next to the blue cinerarias, symbolise health and regeneration, so...

So, what does all of that together mean?

A) Professor Hassel is a goddamn sap

B) Professor Hassel is soft and protective and he makes me want to sob

C) Professor Hassel is completely enamoured with his windmill-jumping husband

Mmm, yes, correct! It's any and all of them, thank you for listening. We have this concept of 'protector' also summed up nicely in the top right corner of the room:

Here we find a Jigglypuff - a Fairy type, something Professor Hassel's Pokemon are weak to. And in the middle, we find a mannequin - a model, directly in front of a piece about a man being haunted by his past - look very closely, and you'll see the ghost in the distant window, looming over the more confident man at the forefront. And it's beside the Grass-type seats. But you'll note the Dragon-type coloured lamp on the same desk.

Here, we see a man who could be weakened, who could allow himself to fall victim to the ghosts of his past, the family he ran from - but because of the Grass, because of his own light, he doesn't. He stays here, and teaches us, and loves his husband.

Perhaps Professor Hassel isn't the only protective one, and perhaps Brassius isn't the only one who finds hope and salvation in his love. It's very interesting, isn't it class?

And Brassius, despite being a very prominent figure in the narrative of this room, isn't the only person being referenced here. If we move to the centre of the room, we of course find this:

There's a whole narrative here about 'flying free' - if we look at Professor's Jacq's Pokedex entry for Staraptor, we see that:

That's exactly what Professor Hassel did, left his family because they were terrible! It's crazy, really, because as a protector, he must also be very sturdy! Trust me, I've defeated him in the Elite Test - he calls himself 'the dragon guarding the final fortess', and he means it. We also see Brassius fly free - quite literally as he jumps off windmills, but he's been freed from his own awful past, too... by Professor Hassel.

And who must a Staraptor remind us of? Well, gym leader Larry of course, Professor Hassel's friend and fellow Elite Four member... much like those poppies over there, which bring to mind our good little Steel-type sister in Arceus, Poppy. In fact, I think she might well be responsible for some of these drawings...

Note the Phanpy, there, which could represent Rika as a little Ground-type cutie. But what's fascinating about this wall is the selection of Pokemon here.

Gyrados is a big, scary Water type which people often confuse for a dragon... Ditto can be anything, but adapts to its surroundings, always keeping its own stats intact... Eevee can one be one of eight different Pokemon one day, and its evolution is a joint decision between trainer and Pokemon... Cacnea is a small, cheerful, spikey Grass-type, which reminds me an awful lot of a certain gym leader, and Dedenne - well, Dedenne doesn't evolve, and yet we have a larger, rounder one, and a littler, happier one.

... Huh. They're all relevant, aren't they? Dragons being confused by their own paths; Eevee, its own fate undecided as a youngster; Ditto, who shows us that however much we change, we're still the same within; our pair of Dedennes, representing size and shape and happiness, and a little Grass guy who looks like Brassius, all smiles and victory - he even has a little crown!

... Wow. Even I wasn't expecting to discover this much! I hope you're taking notes... now, I don't know if Poppy did draw these lovely pictures, but there's one here that show a pair of Rookidee, and she has a Corviknight. I reckon that if nothing else, she definitely is responsible for this one, and that's adorable. The one on the right even looks unimpressed, which might have had something to do with it worrying about the future of that Tinkatink she also used to have...

But I'd like to leave you today, class, with a final painting, this one right here in fact, with the colourful squares.

Now, this is right next to the colour charts we looked at earlier, but - well, when someone has no colour, all they are is white. And from nothing grows identity - Grass, Electric, Fire, Steel, Water, Dragon, if we follow the colours of types. And so we have Brassius - from a small boy who doesn't yet know himself, to a Grass-type trainer, to one bursting with the creative sparks of Electric and the passion of Fire, to one who must 'steel' himself against the hardships of life... through Water-y tears, and to Dragon. And if we do a little more research into squares...

... Well, class. Isn't that enlightening. A journey to trust and stability, showcased in art. You could even view it the other way around - if this is about Professor Hassel, he starts as a Dragon, and he dissolves into tears... he 'steels' himself to live alone, away from a family who doesn't understand him... he embraces passion in Fire, makes music and art... until he finds his 'spark' in teaching, in the Elite Four, through the Grass-type trainer. And white, of course, is not just absence - white is what happens when all the colours blend together.

Well, I do hope you've enjoyed extra credit! Expect that LP as soon as I can get hold of Pen - wait, Sir?

How long have you been standing here? Have you been here the whole time? What do you mean I ignored you because I was too obsessed with lore?!

Look, I can explain - guys, book it!

#ephemeralartshipping #hassel x brassius #hassius #hassel #brassius #pokemon scarlet and violet #mini holz like 'aight imma head out AT TOP SPEED'#honestly they're just so married I weep #meta #naranja academy #my bad professor hassel jashaksns #going to head back later and he's just going to be like 'you could have asked dear'#'NO I COULDN'T SIR I'M IN TOO DEEP'#larry #rika #poppy

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 days

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Remembering everything that happened and what you were accused for is horrible!People are awful specially on Internet,when they dont read what they want to in a request or their request take times they turns into haters!!!

I'm lucky that most of my following have been as supportive as they have. It's never a guarantee and I know that a lot of the comments made were outside this community. I should start with that.

To this day, I could go on and on about my thoughts about the flaws of the Internet.

Writing isn't easy, it's packed with effort. Ask any writer good or bad. It's mental gymnastics at times and its a disheartening thing to want to put out content for writers and readers to enjoy and connect. To try and paint a picture before a readers very eyes and take them out of themselves...

Only for someone to analyse every line and connect random dots to say. "Mmm. See? I knew it? This is a slip. The true colours are emerging."

Yes, that phrase rings a bell. When someone put their input about one day showing my true colours. Another I remember well- "If the shoe fits." I bet they felt great calling me out. It oozed out of the anonymous ask. Yet they did nothing to the real racists in the world. They made no change in systematic racism in the world. But buuuut! They did call out a stranger on the Internet.

Let's not drag down real issues with petty shit like who prefers what fictional character and why.

So I'm gonna keep talking about it when it's brought up because there are anons who had a field day with tearing chunks out of my character.

I sincerely hope those people aren't here because I'm not going to sit and pretend that didn't happen any time I'm asked about it. I'm gonna talk about it.

Let me read between those lines. Individual behind screen feels out of control of their own life and so calls out strangers for ass pats and cheers from the Internet for a sense of community and belonging. Not to mention the thrill of putting someone down to bask in the glory of how much better that individual is. Does that shoe fit?

#vanity needs to stop talking

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Enchanted

A/N: Jasonette one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift's "Enchanted". Thanks to @forgottenfriends for inspiring me to adapt it to a Royal AU💜

If anyone wants to be part of a permanent or Maribat-specific tag list DM me or leave a comment. Constructive criticism or any feedback is appreciated!

~1.2k words

Marinette was tired of being at the royal family of Gotham's ball. Even the Wayne children, who usually livened up their father's dull parties, were being abnormally well-behaved.

She excused herself from the vapid conversation and found what appeared to be a good hiding spot. Escaping, she scanned the room for anyone who noticed her disappearing and accidentally locked eyes with someone. They were such a gorgeous colour; she almost wanted to talk to their owner just so she could examine them up close. A vision of a suit for next season incorporating the colour floated in front of her and she wished again to have her sketchbook. If she'd met the person before her hasty appointment as the royals' official seamstress, maybe she could have livened up this ball's outfits (her predecessor had very little vision and left to her half-finished outfits that she despaired over)...

The crowd parted and the owner of the hypnotizing eyes stepped in front of her. Marinette was torn from her half-finished design and realized she was staring, blushing profusely.

He gave a quick nod of his head. “Have we met before?” he asked charmingly. “I'm sure I would remember meeting someone with such good style as yourself before.”

“No, we haven't. I thank you for your compliment; I'm MDC.”

“Jason Todd-Wayne, at your service.” His lips just brushed the back of her hand as he bowed over it.

“Enc-delighted to make your acquaintance.”

“So, why do you look so bored?”

“Socializing with the elites is exhausting and your siblings are being remarkably polite for once.” Marinette clapped her hand over her mouth. Dang sleep deprivation. “I'm so sorry! I've just heard about previous galas and your family's antics, that wasn't meant...”

Jason laughed. “It's fine! When they're quiet like this, they're usually planning something, so keep an eye out if you want your dress to remain unscathed. Do you have a name or shall I call you M?”

“You haven't earned my name yet, monsieur, so M will have to do.”

“What does earning it involve?”

“Mmm, normally you'd have to be family or a close friend, or a loyal patron for over two years.”

“Would a waltz make us close enough friends?” He extended his hand with a flourish, which she took.

“Perhaps. No stepping on my toes, though,” she warned.

“I'll have you know I never step on people's toes unless they deserve it,” he said in mock offence as they move onto the dancefloor.

Although Marinette was a good dancer (thanks to several years of ballet when she was younger, which kept her light on her feet), she did not particularly enjoy it, but Jason was an excellent partner and kept her entertained with gossip and 'secrets' about fellow dancers and the royal family, so the time flew by faster than they did around the ballroom.

When Jason led her to the refreshments table for a cup of punch, a pretty blonde in a layered purple tulle dress approached the duo and cheerfully asked, “who's your new friend, Jay?” as she looped her arm through Jason's.

“None of your business,” he shot back.

Marinette noticed the girl tapping Jason's arm possessively. She'd given him her calling card and had considered inviting him for a free consultation (yes, she just wanted to use his eyes for her new ideas, she shamelessly admitted it, but she also wanted to spend more time with him) but now those thoughts vanished. Far be it from her to get tangled up in court relationships.

Swallowing, she excused herself and retrieved her wrap, heading out to her transportation home. She looked back once at the lights and glamour—sorry, clamour. The chandeliers had begun raining glitter and the unsuspecting crowd was soon covered in it, minus the royal family, of course, who had stepped away in time.

Replaying the evening in her mind as she was driven home, she found herself blushing as she recalled Jason's smooth lines and interested countenance. She'd thought he was flirting with her, interested in her, but obviously, the blonde had other ideas, whether Jason agreed or not. Marinette refused to be part of another love triangle, even if she'd also been the other girl in the previous one.

She stepped inside and found herself humming one of the pieces the 4-piece orchestra had played as she danced with Jason, her feet following the steps as she prepared for bed, finally. She'd moved to Gotham, been instated as the royal seamstress, gone over her predecessor's things and organized her workrooms to suit herself, gone over the royals' designs for tonight's ball (thankfully half were done and she only needed to add her signature touches and glam to the remaining four outfits), and then had to work on said clothing with her new crew of fellow textile workers.

This left very little time for sleep, and Marinette had been counting the minutes until she could politely leave her first Gotham ball for her bed. She was grateful that King Bruce has given her an invitation so she could see her designs in action and get a sense of what would be required for future events, but that was mostly overshadowed by her wish for sleep.

The clock struck two as she crawled between her sheets. Ah, blessed, comfy bed.

A knock on her door made her sit up angrily. Could she not get one peaceful, complete, uninterrupted night of sleep?!

She yanked her fluffy robe closed and flung the door open to see Jason on her step, still in his suit.

“Jason?”

He smiled, a little nervously. “Hey, M. I never got your full name; your card just has your initials and your address. Isn't that a bit backward? Anyways, you left before I could tell you I was enchanted to meet you.”

“Would you like to come in? Unless you have someone waiting for you?” Please don't.

“Nah, I don't. You're sure?”

“Of course...it was enchanting to meet you too. I wanted to tell you...”

He chuckled as he stepped in. “That was the doing of my older brother Dick and my younger brother's girlfriend, Stephanie. She's the one you met with me—she was warning me to move out of the way. I was going to sweep you off your feet and play your knight-in-not-shiny-armour, but you left. Did you read the Morse code?”

Marinette's eyes widened. “That's what that tapping was! Oh, I thought she was your girlfriend. So you're not in love with someone else, then...?”

“Nope. Were you worried?” he smirked.

“...maybe,” she drawled. “Well, you came out this late so I suppose I should reward your efforts. My name is Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Beautiful like you.”

Her cheeks flushed at the compliment. “So...this is just the first page?”

“Of our relationship? I hope it's not the end, I just got ypur name!” Jason joked. “I suppose I should leave you to your rest, mademoiselle. Enchanté.”

“Enchanté. Good night, Jason!” Marinette waved him off and went back to bed, dreaming of dancing with Jason, staring into his gorgeous eyes. He really was enchanting.

#Jasonette #Maribat #ali writes #Inspired by Taylor Swift

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krenenbaker · 7 months

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TWST Boys' Food Preferences: Krenenbaker's Rating

AKA: How much does Henry enjoy the guys' favourite and least favourite foods?

From 0: I won't eat it to 10: One of my absolute favourite foods

Note: I'm a pretty adventurous / open eater, so a lot of these have very high ratings

Riddle

Favourite: Strawberry tart

Ooh, I do so enjoy a nice strawberry tart! (They're also WILDLY fun to make!) 8/10!!

Least Favourite: Junk food

Well... "junk food" is a somewhat arbitrary category. What counts as "junk food" is up to an individual's interpretation most of the time. For instance, is a slice of strawberry tart also considered "junk food"? For my interpretation of this, I'll give it a 6/10. If there were more specific foods, it may be a different rating.

Ace

Favourite: Cherry pie

YES!! However, this depends on if it's sweet cherry pie or sour cherry pie. Sweet? 6/10. Sour? 10/10!!! (it's one of my all-time favourite foods!)

Least Favourite: Raw oysters

Mmmmmm I love oysters! Sorry Ace, but these are a solid 8/10 in my books!

Deuce

Favourite: Anything with eggs

Little broad of a category there, don'cha think, bud? Anyways, 7/10. Eggs are pretty good! Though they do give me a bit of an ick if the whites aren't fully set when cooked.

Least Favourite: Bell peppers

Oh, bell peppers are rather nice! For green bell peppers I'd give a 4/10, and for other colours, 7/10.

Trey

Favourite: Candied violets

10/10!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE floral flavours, and candied violets are just... mmm...!! 10/10!!

Least Favourite: Mustard

Oop, sorry dear. 10/10. I love mustard. I use it ALL the time on so many things! And there are so many different varieties! Sweet, spicy, tangy, herby... It's one of my favourite condiments :)

Cater

Favourite: Spicy ramen

8/10! Spicy ramen may just be the best kind of ramen!

Least Favourite: Anything sweet

This is another really broad category... but 8/10. I like most sweet things - you can pass me the things you don't like after you photograph them, Cater ♡

Leona

Favourite: Meat

3/10... I could take it or leave it :/ (I do like organ meats and seafood, though... that counts for 2 of the 3 I gave this)

Least Favourite: Vegetables

9/10 - I love veggies! Give me a dish of nicely cooked mixed veg, or a cucumber dill salad, or literally whatever, and I'll be a happy camper! It's another broad category of foods, but I do like most vegetables

Ruggie

Favourite: Doughnuts

I think they're fine, though there are so many sweets I would much prefer. 5/10 (A good sour cream glazed doughnut SLAPS, though)

Least Favourite: Anything rotten

1/10 - YEAH?? I gave a 1 since cheese, wine, fermented foods (sauerkraut, miso, kombucha, etc.), and so on are technically made of foods that have gone off but are delicious, though that's not quite the same as "rotten". But just in case those count... a 1.

Jack

Favourite: Pear compote

Sweet, soft, and very yummy! I don't have it often, but I do enjoy it! 7/10!

Least Favourite: Green onions

6/10, I'd say. They're not my favourite, but they're a solid food item.

Azul

Favourite: Karaage

7/10. I like it, quite a lot, actually! It's not my favourite food, but it is something that I do enjoy :)

Least Favourite: Health food

Again, a wide variety of foods could fit here, but the "health food" label is especially subjective. It's much the same as Riddle's "junk food" categorization. I'll give this one a... 7/10? It depends on what his definition of "health food" is, though.

Jade

Favourite: Octopus carpaccio

10/10! I'm a HUGE fan of octopus (when it's prepared well, that is. It has a horrible texture if prepared poorly), and octopus carpaccio is a really nice and refreshing dish!! Yum!!

Least Favourite: Conger eel

Likely a 6/10. I've never had it, but I do like other types of eel, so there's a chance I'll like this too. I don't know yet, but I'm open to trying it! ^v^

Floyd

Favourite: Takoyaki

10/10!!! I LOVE takoyaki so, so, so, so much!! Probably another one of my favourite foods!! Again, octopus! It's so tasty!! And combined with the savoury cake, sauces, and bonito flakes??? Absolutely DELICIOUS.

Least Favourite: Shiitake mushrooms

Sorry Floyd, these are a 9/10 :) I ADORE mushrooms! Shiitakes aren't my favourite type (that'd be Lion's Mane), which is why it's a 9 and not a 10.

Kalim

Favourite: Coconut water

6/10! I like coconut water! It's not necessarily my drink of choice, but I do enjoy it!

Least Favourite: Curry

Apologies Kalim, I'll have to agree with Jamil here... 10/10! I've loved basically every form of curry I've tried, and there is such a wide range of different kinds that exist! Such a good category of food!

Jamil

Favourite: Curry

10/10 - see above (*´◡`*)

Least Favourite: Dates

Again, apologies, Jamil. 8/10. Dates are a wonderful, sweet fruit :)

Vil

Favourite: Homemade smoothies

Apparently, Vil has specific recipes he uses, so I don't know what his smoothies are like. In general, though, I'd say they're a 6/10 for me. Some are really nice, but smoothies aren't my favourite thing to drink most of the time.

Least Favourite: Mayonnaise

I do enjoy mayonnaise - I'd give it a 7/10. It's tasty, and I use it quite often, on sandwiches, in tuna or pasta salads, mixed with other items to make tartar sauce to go with fish, and so on. (fun fact, you can bake with it, too! there are cake recipes which use mayonnaise instead of oil or butter, and it gives the final product a nice moist texture!)

Epel

Favourite: Macarons (barbeque)

For macarons, I'd say 4/10. They're pretty, and fun to make, and sweet. But they can be a bit too sweet for me sometimes.

For barbeque, probably 2/10. 1/10 if it's meat on-the-bone. I don't like meat on bones, and am not the biggest fan of most meats in general :/

Least Favourite: Apple pears

Oh, apple pears can be nice! I'll say 7/10. Not too sweet, nice and crispy... it's a good fruit!

Rook

Favourite: Liver paté

Honestly, probably an 8/10. It is a really, really lovely food. I don't have it often, but I really like it any time I do!! (Liver paté is actually one of the few pork-based foods I still eat, so I think that says a lot about how much I enjoy it)

Least Favourite: Garlic

Again, I offer my apologies, darling; I LOVE garlic. Lemon garlic shrimp, skordalia, garlic green beans, garlicky hummus, it's all delicious! 9.5/10! It's definitely more of an ingredient than a food unto itself, though... I'm not the sort to just munch on raw cloves of garlic!

Idia

Favourite: Sweets

I'll give the same ranking as with the sweet things for Cater: 8/10.

Least Favourite: Raw fish

Naw mate, raw fish is tasty! 8/10!! :D

Ortho

He doesn't eat, so ?/10, I guess?

Malleus

Favourite: Ice cream

I personally find ice cream slightly "meh" a lot of the time? I do like a good mint chip, pistachio, or black cherry ice cream, but in general, 5/10.

Least Favourite: Whole cakes

Uhh, how do I answer this? I don't think I'd like a WHOLE cake, so I think probably a 3/10? It'd be nice at first, but terrible by the end! If it's a miniature cake, though, probably 7/10

Sebek

Favourite: Salmon carpaccio

Another 9/10! Love me some salmon, and salmon carpaccio is a really, REALLY nice way to have it!!

Least Favourite: Black coffee

It's not how I take my coffee, and coffee isn't my drink of preference, either. So, 4/10.

Silver

Favourite: Mushroom risotto

10/10!!!! This lad has GREAT taste!! Again, I ADORE mushrooms, and mushroom risotto highlights their flavour and texture(s) beautifully! I love making it, too!

Least Favourite: Lilia's cooking

I don't blame him. 1.5/10. I'll give it a try, but... I don't think it would sit well with me ( ´～｀)

Lilia

Favourite: Tomato juice

9/10 - I really like tomato juice! It's nice to have with a lunch or a savoury breakfast!

Least Favourite: Marshmallows

They're pretty nice! Not my go-to sweet treat, but definitely a good pick. I'd say 7/10

Grim

Favourite: Canned tuna

I'm going to give this a 6/10. It's a convenient food item, and generally pretty good. Not the best, not the worst, but you can make some nice dishes with it!

Least Favourite: Nothing

Does this mean he doesn't have a least Favourite food, or that his least Favourite food is not having food? ???/10 for confusing phrasing

#krenenbaker's :)#krenenbaker's thoughts #twst #I didn't include the staff or any non-NRC characters because I didn't feel like it :)#this post got LONG so I put it under a cut #I started this ages ago and it's been stewing in the drafts since then #but I thought I may as well get it finished and posted now #why not? :)

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leggerefiore · 1 year

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Scorched Earth

cw: fluff, a bit of character building for dragon au, reshiram Emmet, dragon au,

pairing: Emmet x Reader

The Reshiram hybrid was always warm.

It was simply in his nature to always irradiate some heat, even if he was as cold-blooded as any other dragon type.

Which is why you laid pressed into his chest. His arm was around you tightly alongside his wings. The heat he gave off was always at its best in Unova's frigid winters. Snow had since piled up outside again, giving the region a soft cloudy appearance. It was beautiful but annoying.

Though, giving it some thought, you pondered the colour pairing with Emmet's own white feathers. While his flames burned a bright yellows and oranges, the rest of him remained soft, gentle cloud in tone. You would imagine how easily he could disappear into the clouds should he take on his proper Reshiram form. Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to recall legends about the dragon.

He was one who helped those pursue truth and known for his terrifying flames.

You even recalled a legend from Galar about how Reshiram would burn down kingdoms consumed by greed and ignorance to truth. When you gazed at the man beside you, it felt impossible to imagine. He always wore a smile and spoke so gently yet bluntly in comparison to his older brother. While he clearly disliked being lied to, always able to know if someone was, he never was overly aggressive about it.

Still, he was a legendary hybrid, and they were not exactly known for being the most kind beings in the world. They had their duties and roles to attend to. Even though he and Ingo had taken to living more human-like lives than their counterparts, they clearly took their jobs as Reshiram and Zekrom seriously. It only made sense with their previous shared existence as the pokemon Kyurem.

You remembered reading about a certain king from the region of Paldea and wondered about what his opinion on him truly was.

“… It's been how many centuries since you stopped being Kyurem?” you asked him curiously.

“… Mmm, a long time,” he responded with a yawn, clearly having been pulled from just falling to a slumber, “Are you curious about my troubled past now, heehee?” A giggle followed, of course, but his eyes were now alight with intrigue about your unexpected question.

“Like… Say, two thousand years ago?” you asked him. He blinked.

“Mmm… Exactly two thousand? I had separated from Kyurem, and Ingo and I were…” his eyes darted to stare at the wall, “We were busy.” You felt like he was holding back information, but it felt unrelated to what you were pursuing. It was something that you would come back to later.

“… Do you know about the king of Paldea?” you asked him. He actually tensed up at your words. It seemed he did then. You also recalled that Zekrom would scorch lands that let go of righteousness.

“… Distantly,” Emmet replied, “I was verrrrry busy in Unova, but I did make a visit to those lands.” There was that word busy again.

“Did you and Ingo scorch Paldea for turning to greed and corruption?” This time, he let out a sigh. Sitting up, you watched him pout at you.

“… Somewhat…” he answered this time. You knew it. With wide eyes, you felt stunned.

“Wow, you guys did actually do your legendary duties at one point!” you gasped. Emmet's face shifted to offence.

“We still do!!!” he whined, “It's just peaceful now! There is no reason for us to intervene.” You laughed at his reaction. They probably still had jobs to do, yes, but they spent most of their time directing the Unovan subway system. You think they took that job more seriously than they probably did running Unova if you recalled the history of the region correctly. His pout was getting to you, though, so you gave a soft peck to his cheek for answering all of your questions.

Another whine came from him as he fluttered his wings a few times. You were pulled into his lap, where he nuzzled his face into your nape with a hum. More heat came from him as you realised just how cold it was out from under the covers. It was always nice to talk to the twins about their existences as legendary pokemon, but they obviously preferred you to view them as the funny train men in the Gear Station.

It was obvious that Emmet enjoyed the reputation of being Reshiram, but he would rather someone talk to him about his massive Joltik collection rather than how he once governed over Unova with his brother. Pokemon battling tactics were a better choice than how it felt to once be a Kyurem thousands of years ago. Your curiosity remained strong about their past, even when they mentioned how you were the mate of Emin, their name Kyurem. A sigh came from him.

“I'm not some terrifying dragon god all the time,” he told you, “Today. I am Emmet, and I am your cuddly boyfriend.” You could not disagree with that. Pressing your back closer to him, you linked your fingers with his and smiled at him.

“You are both a giant terrifying dragon god and my cuddly boyfriend,” you joked, “And enjoy both very much.” A loving peck to his lips ended the conversation as you both took to watching the snow pile up from outside your window.

Emmet felt a pit in his stomach, still.

He knew you would one day ask about the past with him and Ingo.

It was still a thing they wished to keep from you because of the shame that lingered from it.

#emmet x reader #emmet/reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokehybrid au

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